Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sparks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Intrusion,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Move,
Piero Umiliani,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
Oblivians,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Minutemen,
X-101,
Scrapy,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
The Music Machine,
R.M.O.,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Buzzcocks,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Severed Heads,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Radiohead,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
U.S. Maple,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.